An Understated Dominance (Maria Vittori) novel Chapter 1684

Alaric smoothly jumped backward to create distance between himself and Seth.

The Inferno Fury Spear veered abruptly as a forceful kick struck its shaft, colliding with the airborne Dragon Sparrow Sword.

A thunderous explosion followed, unleashing a radiant burst of light. Both weapons recoiled into the hands of their respective wielders, signifying a temporary stalemate.

“Alaric, you missed an opportunity,” Seth said, now wielding the Dragon Sparrow Sword.

“If you had pressed your attack, I might not have emerged unscathed. Your reluctance reveals a fear of injury and accidents-it’s your weakness.”

As people aged, the fear of death often heightened. In Seth’s view, Alaric, secluded for years, had lost the essence of a true warrior despite his profound cultivation.

With his spear pointed diagonally, Alaric retorted, “Killing you is easy without unnecessary risks.”

“Is that so? Then, show me the might of a Chief Guildmaster of Dragon Guard! “Swiftly initiating an attack, Seth aimed to end the confrontation.

He was aware that prolonged engagement would only complicate matters.

Alaric’s sudden appearance was an unexpected twist in the unfolding events. It hinted that the skilled experts of the Dragon Guard were likely on their way there, hastening to join the escalating fight.

Sensing the imminent threat of being surrounded, Seth recognized the urgency for a swift end to the battle. Even if it meant facing potential grave injuries, he was determined to press Alaric into a retreat.

“You’re overestimating your abilities!” Alaric scoffed, confronting Seth’s sword head-on, his spear poised for a counterattack.1

The clash between these two exceptional warriors erupted into a dynamic and strategic confrontation.

Alaric was a master of spear techniques, displaying a commanding skill that unleashed a whirlwind of strikes. His moves seamlessly combined thrusts, parries, and piercing maneuvers with unpredictable finesse.

His immense strength and expert spear skills made him seem like a divine force in human form-an unstoppable power.

In contrast, Seth’s swordsmanship was sharp and agile. He tactically used his nimbleness to dodge Alaric’s potent attacks.

“Go to hell!” Dustin shouted, making a last, desperate move. He thrust the Celestial Blade toward Nestor’s chest.

A thunderous sound resonated as a colossal golden bell descended from the sky, enveloping Nestor. The Celestial Blade struck the bell, scattering sparks, but failed to breach its defenses.

Inside the bell, Nestor smirked.

“Logan, it’s no doubt that you’ve pushed me to my limits. But, sorry to say, you still can’t finish me. How does it feel? Angry? Frustrated?

“Just like ten years ago when you had to watch your friends and loved ones get slaughtered. Kirin? You’re nothing but a joke now!”

As Nestor burst into mocking and brazen laughter, he remained oblivious to the crimson glow that had consumed Dustin’s eyes.